“I want you like this.”
I give in to his desire, his force. To him. Because the only thing I want is to keep feeling him, to feel him wanting me.
His thrusts become almost painful: he’s strong, tireless. Out of control.
Ryan O’Connor is everything, and I’m what he wants: so I let him take it.
His hands move determinedly, impatient to reach his limit as he penetrates me harder and harder. His chest rubs against my back, his skin becoming my own.
I become his.
His thrusts become more forceful, their speed and intensity leaving me breathless – then Ryan explodes inside me, sending another orgasm rippling through my body. I collapse onto the bed, with Ryan on top of me.
He pants onto my back, glistening with sweat, as I try to regain the oxygen in my lungs, my face squashed against the mattress. After a few minutes, he rolls to the side, letting me breathe: but I lie there, frozen in that position. I’ve lost the strength to move, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get up from this bed.
His hand slides slowly over my skin, his fingers tracing his name onto me. His breath fills the whole room, forcing me to breathe him in.
And that’s how Ryan O’Connor arrogantly walks into my life, taking over everything in just one night.
